It's easy to say that from the outside...

It seems to me that the memory plays tricks - maybe you forget how bad it was.

I used to go to Morris practice every week - I had the best attendance record of the side. I can't remember the last time I went... just can't be bothered.

I used to go to the folk club every week, and am one of the 'residents' - can't remember when I last went there, either.

If I have to be on my own, I may as well be on my own. Can't stand being alone in a crowd. It's less painful to stay at home, where I'm not being a burden on others.

The last thing I want to do is to do something. No music playing in the house or the car, can't concentrate long enough to read a book, not hungry - can't be bothered to cook.

Need I go on?

Advice is fine if you are ready and able to accept it!